Noble Beast.

Ughh, it's been weeks since I've lasted posted anything. But don't fret, legions of admirers - I did nothing more than pitch a tent on the couch, drown my sorrows in tea, and listen to Andrew Bird. Nobody likes to talk to somebody like that.

(*.*)

In fact, I haven't left the house in two weeks. Sad? Absolutely. So today (wednesday?), exhausted of sad, I got dressed and wandered around the house, pretending that I was Alice in the rabbit hole.

"This is getting curioser and curioser."

Also, belatedly: Happy God-damned Valentines Day. The scourge of my endless grey years. Yak yak yak.

"Am I crotchety??" I ask myself.

And then I resist the temptation to answer.

Hat: Knitted by devoted Mother

Skirt: DKNY

Sunglasses: Marc Jacobs

Belt: Thrifted

Scarf: Thrifted

Tank/dress: Urbannnn

If you couldn't tell, my camera is incapable of taking photographs that are not blurry, streaky, or surreal. Not a big problem, unless you're trying to start a fashion blog. Ahem.

*cough, cough*

I've tried forty-five different settings, and it's getting decidedly worse.

So if anyone knows how to take nice clear pictures without that drab grey washed-out look, I'm all ears.

It's a Nikon Coolpix S6.

Lovely camera.

Terrible photos.

Ahh, I forgot to list my shoes, which I love.

Shoes: Juicy Couture.

I just found these in Marshalls with about four inches of mark-down tags on the sole.

Twenty some bucks.

Yaaayy.

I wanna be a contortionist.

Now.

Alright, I lied. I did go out of the house once. Thrifting. And I happened to find a Canadian boiled wool plaid blazer with golden maple leaf buttons and a pair of red leather high-top sneakers (which I will surely someday post pictures of).

And Bedknobs and Broomsticks.

And a book titled: Head-Hunting in the Solomon Islands.

Hehe.

I hope it's non-fiction.

*rubs evil hands together*

Alas, nothing much is happening in Cait-country.

I'm filling out art school applications.

Doing art history.

Being an artist.

La la la.

I hope things are more interesting for my next post titled: The Workings of an Evil Genius.

If not, I may have to change the name.

Buggar.